Meta You, Meta Me

A couple lives through an ordinary week - or so it seems. But two narrators, never quite in agreement, guide us through the days as the house begins to forget its rooms, the mirror stops reflecting, and the story itself starts to glitch. One narrator wants clarity. The other leans into collapse. As memory folds into fiction and the couple begins to read the very book they're in, MetaYou, MetaMe becomes a quietly unsettling meditation on authorship, love, and what remains when narrative falls apart.
A short story for fans of Calvino, Kaufman, and recursive truths. Would you like a shorter version as well (100-150 words for retailers with tighter limits)?